A few days ago, I was telling someone that I’ve never been on a horse before. I always wanted to go horseback riding as a kid, but it just never happened. There weren’t exactly a lot of horses in Alaska, so I can understand why this dream didn’t come true in my early years. However, I’ve been in Texas for a good while now. You’d think I would’ve encountered one by now, but alas, I have not. I pass a few of them nearly every day on the way out of my neighborhood, for Pete’s sake.*
You’re probably feeling a tinge of sadness for me. After all, isn’t it a child’s rite of passage to ride on a creature that could throw him/her to his/her untimely death? So, like, woe is me, right?! Well, no need to worry friends. I’ve found some pictures that have helped to fill that horsey void. Granted, I don’t remember taking these pictures and the horse wasn’t real, but from what I can tell, I definitely thought I was riding a horse and I loved it.
Please note that these pictures also serve as additional proof that I was an enormous baby. I had just turned 1 here.
I have trouble looking at the next one without laughing. I can’t tell for sure, but I must have been going awfully fast to achieve the whole hair-blowing-in-the-wind look.
Here’s a picture of me, my brother and my sister earlier that year. It looks like my sister was just as excited, if not more, to be riding the ol’ pony. This one makes me laugh even more due to the ”I like cake!” look on her face. Ah, good times.
I think we still have the horse. If I ever have children (anybody taking bets on that yet?), I’ll be sure to take them horseback riding the way I learned. It’ll be cheaper that way.
*Who exactly is this Pete character, anyway?